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pigeonwhumps · 3 months

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Sarita

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Introducing Sarita, a very mistrustful new rescue who's just woken up at Alix's safehouse.

Sarita appears very briefly in The vet.

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CWs: BBU, pet whump, dehumanisation, derogatory language about sex workers and sex, past rape, religious mentions (in a bad way), victim-blaming, discrimination against Romantics, self-loathing, stabbing (brief, with a fork), past betrayal, caretaker new whumper, multiple whumpees

When Sarita wakes, she's nowhere she recognises.

So she's not back at WRU. That's good, the handler didn't catch up to her. She's not on the streets, which is odd, that's where she last remembers being. Not back at the safehouse that betrayed her either. So it's somewhere new.

Who the hell's decided they own her or 'rescued' her or whatever this time?

It's an old-fashioned kind of a room, decorated with sickly green and purple like some weird 70s nostalgia trip. The curtains, mostly shut, are heavy and dark red with patterns.

It's really weird and she doesn't like it.

"Yeah, I know. Not the nicest room to wake up in. But at least you did wake up."

Sarita looks sharply to the side to see a dark-skinned woman watching her intently. She has Bantu knots (at least that's what Sarita thinks they're called) and a braid on either side of her face, beaded at the ends. There's also beads of some sort in the knots themselves.

"Adalia, or Bug. They/them. Do you want some soup?"

Sarita sits up abruptly. Adalia doesn't seem surprised to have an injured woman in their house, and she has a bad feeling about this.

"Where am I?"

"Alix's safehouse. You collapsed on the street in front of me, and I brought you here once I found your barcode. You should really cover that up, by the way."

Sarita snorts under her breath. "Safehouse". Yeah, right. Maybe to someone who's not a dumb slut like her, who didn't give up their life to lie on their back all day. Never mind that she was a receptionist later, never mind that she cared for children and took care of the house and is taught and educated and was trained as a multi-purpose pet. All that ever matters is that she was trained for sex and had sex and so apparently she wants to open her legs for every damn bastard who so much as glances her way.

She doesn't listen to the rules (Adalia just assuming she'll stay for longer than it takes for her to get out of bed, apparently). She knows what they'll be. Don't get too close to people, don't try and have sex, don't lead people on, you can use the common areas but only when the other pets are gone and clean up after yourself (she rolls her eyes at that. It's not like she's going to contaminate anyone), make sure to pray for your soul because apparently being raped every night for years means she's going to hell, and oh yeah, don't even think of getting comfortable because we'll sell you out to WRU at the first opportunity.

She never chose that. She never chose this. She still hurts from the handler. And she wouldn't have even come here if she'd had any sort of a choice. Stupid body, betraying her like that.

She's not surprised. Everyone else has.

"And that's everything. What's your name?"

Instead of answering, Sarita shoots out of bed and dashes for the open door.

"Wait! Calm down!"

Sarita ignores them, running downstairs. It's taking too long, someone will catch her, but she couldn't have jumped out of the window. Not on the first floor at least, not when she doesn't know if there's a flat roof or what the ground's like. Not unless she was absolutely desperate.

She spins around in the hallway. The front door will be locked, safehouses don't like pets leaving without permission, especially her, but the back. The back. There must be a back door.

Where?

Where's the back of the house?

Front door's that way, back door must be the other way. This can't be too different a layout to the other safehouse, it can't be far away. She runs in that direction, ignoring Adalia calling after her.

She enters the kitchen and skids to a halt. It's a nicer room, she recognises vaguely, clearly redecorated recently, but that's not what she's really focusing on.

There's a woman blocking the door.

She shifts to the side and takes a step towards Sarita.

Sarita panics. She picks up the nearest thing she can find – a fork, four prongs, silver steel, gleaming in the sunlight – and stabs it into the back of the woman's hand.

The woman screams, stumbling, and Sarita bolts past her into the small garden. There's got to be– no– fuck, fuck, fuck. There's no exits from the garden.

There's no exits from the garden.

The majority of it is scrubby grass, although there is a shed at the end. It's green, metal, small, old. There only seems to be one exit. That's good and bad. It means she'll be able to see what's coming. There might even be tools in there she can use to defend herself. But she won't be able to escape easily.

She runs into the shed. It's mostly empty, but she dives into the corner, crouching, eyeing the door closely. It hurts it hurts she hurts so much from earlier, it burns, she wants to curl up around herself but it's too dangerous, she needs to be able to see what's coming.

She crouches there for a while, listening to the sparrows and moving leaves outside. It's nice and quiet, and she's not currently being hurt.

Then she hears uneven footsteps outside and scrambles to her feet, legs shaking, grabbing a pair of secateurs and holding them out in front of her.

A young woman limps inside. She has a colourful cane in the opposite hand to what seems to be her bad leg, and is wearing a choker and a knee-length black dress with a long sweater over it, the sleeves rolled up to uncover her hands.

"Hi. I'm Maria. Will you drop the garden shears?"

"Fuck you," Sarita replies vehemently. She's not going to leave herself undefended for this woman and all the rest to betray her.

Maria shrugs. "Okay." And she doesn't move.

Sarita doesn't really want to talk to her but she apparently can't help it. "Why are you still here? I stabbed your stupid safehouse owner. You going to hand me back to the reacquisitions team personally?"

"We're a safehouse. Emphasis on the word 'safe'."

Sarita snorts. "Yeah, right. And you're also safe for dumb sluts like me who chose to be a pampered whore because I couldn't be bothered to do any real work. Pull the other one."

Maria's face is strangely blank. "Do not. Don't say things like that. Please." There's a hardness in her voice that wasn't there before.

"Why? That's what everyone says about me. Why shouldn't I say it?"

"Because you shouldn't talk about yourself like that. And–"

She hesitates. Sarita is listening more closely now. No-one's ever told her that before. They're usually too busy insulting her.

"And I don't want to be insulted like that either."

Sarita blinks. Wait, what?

"Alix – the woman you stabbed – she specialises in Romantics. Those with Romantic training. The non-WRU equivalent. So don't talk about us like that."

That stops Sarita dead in her tracks. She finds herself unconsciously lowering the secateurs before catching herself.

"You're all slu- Romantics?"

"Yes. Well, some of us are joint. O's both Object and Romantic. Max isn't Romantic. But he came with me from the same owner and we weren't being separated."

"How long have you been here?"

"Three years, give or take. O's been here longer and Bug came with Alix."

That seems a bit long if Alix was going to betray them all. But still.

"Are you sure it's not just because it's easier to hand you over if you're all in one place?"

"Yes." Her voice is tight. "I know you don't trust Alix, but can you give us a chance? Or at least stop being so insulting."

Oh, fuck all of this. It's not just Alix, it's everything. She can't trust anyone. How does she know Maria is telling the truth? Sure she doesn't act like an owned pet but that doesn't mean she's not lying. Sarita stabbed Alix, who Maria seems to like (and from Sarita's experience, safehouse owners are not to be liked or trusted). Everyone she's ever met has betrayed her. Safehouses are just another type of trap. Why the fuck would she trust anyone? Trusting people just leads to betrayal. And letting herself get close just makes it hurt more.

"Of course I don't trust you. Why the fuck should I give you a chance?"

"You won't be trapped. There's a loose fence panel behind this shed in case of a raid. Just talk to Alix, that's all I'm asking. Then you can leave if you still want to. Please? At least leave with supplies."

Sarita narrows her eyes, trying to work out if Maria is telling the truth. She supposes she doesn't have to go very far into the house. And the kitchen has plenty of knives she can take. Because she doesn't fucking trust them even if Maria seems determined to persuade her otherwise.

"Fine."

Maria smiles tightly. "Good. Will you drop the garden shears now and come with me?"

Sarita drops them (she can't exactly bring them inside, after all) and edges around the walls of the shed, coming to stand near Maria, just out of arms reach. Maria nods to her and Sarita follows cautiously back to the house.

Alix is sitting on the flaking white step, Adalia wrapping her hand. Maybe the wound isn't too bad then, if they've dealt with it with a first aid kit.

Not that she'd feel guilty if it was. Fucking safehouses.

Alix looks up and smiles as they approach. Adalia tucks in the end of the bandage and looks up too, glaring at Sarita. Alix nudges them.

"Fine. I'll leave you two alone. If you hurt her deliberately again I'll kill you."

That last is directed at Sarita, and she nods. Not that she's planning to, but if she does hurt Alix it'll be because she has to run, so Adalia won't get her anyway. But seeing someone be so protective makes her insides ache.

Maria and Adalia disappear inside.

Alix moves her hand out, winces, and nods at the seat beside her instead. Sarita stays where she is, just out of reach, every muscle tensed, ready to run when she needs to. Alix shrugs.

"Sorry, Bug can be a bit overprotective at times. I'm Alix, she/her. Leader of this safehouse. What's your name?"

"Sarita. She/her." She thinks she uses those pronouns anyway. She doesn't really care. But other people do.

"Nice to meet you, Sarita. I think it's time we talked."

#whump #bbu #pet whump #whump writing #bug and company #maria oc #sarita oc #alix oc #box babe #lady whump #christians against pets are not a good organisation #to say the least #theres a spectrum re their safehouses but obviously Saritas is towards the worst end #its a terrible to least bad spectrum though #for romantics anyway #multiple whumpees #caretaker new master #whumpee and caretaker

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sneak-a-cat · 6 months

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fucking. miraculous au where chloe got sent to a damned private school. like that shit fucks you up - speaking from experience - and is where she should have fucking gone like girly is the mayors child why is she there. why. it makes no sense. not saying that children of people of import cannot be sent to public schools but judging by the Everything about Andre and Audrey she shouldn't have ended up in a public school.

like i'm sorry but i truly believe she and some of the other characters should have gone to private schools and then there would be that fucked up rivalry between schools that happens - [redacted] die please. your not better at hockey or rugby than us. your rancid (not really but its funny to get so heated) - and like the friendships people have across schools... fr they are so funny.

bonus points if they go to an all girls school paired with an all boys school. wdym i'm speaking from experience and projecting? of course i am.

but back to the original point. WHY IS SHE THERE. people explain it in fics like her dad was making a public statement being like "wow guys the public school system i fund and help organise is so good i sent my daughter to it" BUT NO ONE WITH HIS MONEY WOULD DO THAT BECAUSE A LOT OF PUBLIC SCHOOLS ARE UNDERFUNDED

like i get that thomas astruc was just wanting to put "bitchy rich girl with powerful parents" in there as a trope but like.. buddy please... think it through.... i know thats asking a lot when talking about this man but pls

miraculous would be ten times funnier if they were all at a private school and were forced to wear uniforms and got weird fucking assemblies about breaking the uniform "individuality is for after school girls!" - quote directly from my old headmistress

like genuinely with fashion as a core theme in miraculous it would be so much funnier if they had to wear uniforms, and on non uniform day - generally charity work, pay to not wear uniform money goes somewhere good, it works well - everyone would go buck wild except for Adrien who in my heart he would escape in a hoodie and joggers

Alix would have the exact same hair and probably more piercings, i'm sorry i don't make the rules every year has at least one person who looks like that and we love them for that (yes she would go to the private school IN THE WIKI IT SAYS SHE LIVES IN THE LOUVRE WHY DOES SHE LIVE THERE THATS A FUCKING MUSEUM)

wait. never mind. Juleka and Alix are dyed hair solidarity girlies for realsies, plus in my head Juleka has fire makeup and nails which are amazing for the goth aestehtic but don't really go with the uniform but She Sticks To It. she is committed

oh and Luka my beloved weirdo who doesn't seem to go to school, yess they would be there Jagged pays child support in droves for Luka which is also used to pay for Juleka to go (they aren't twins to me don't talk to me. Luka is older and they are half siblings ok. )

maybe i'll just fucking write this who knows. idk how the french school system works, never mind the private school one but i damn well could figure it out

plus from my experience, private schools have extensive grounds with just enough upkeep to be fancy but not enough to block the view of the fucking road like so its kind of funny like what were you going for

which could be a banger place for an akuma attack which isnt - yknow - the Eiffel tower. again.

objectively sending a bunch of them to poncy schools would do fuck all, however, its a really funny alternate universe to create... this minor change would fuck up the timeline because i'm in charge and bored

i don't know what this turned into. to be frank with you i think this idea is just actually so fucking funny so i'm going to stick with it who knows where that will take me

also, objectively, this is the funniest continuity error to focus on in miraculous

#note to regular followeres: idk what the fuck happened to me but this is being written in my head now so like ignore this IG #i may never mention this again tho so #rambles #writing rambles #miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #adrien agreste #alix kubdel #juleka couffaine #luka couffaine #fuck it we ball this is happening #no one wil llike this but thats ok its for me only

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the-delta-42 · 5 months

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Why? - Chapter 1

Why?

Chapter 1

Adrien looked expectantly at his father, Marinette’s sketchbook in hand. His pigtailed friend had dropped it while she was packing up her bag and Adrien had the sudden bright idea to show the designs to his father and get Marinette an internship or apprenticeship at his father’s company.

“These designs certainly are,” Said Gabriel, flicking through the pages, “impressive. Your friend is very talented.”

Adrien grinned, “so, you’ll give her an internship?”

“I’ll think about it,” Dismissed Gabriel, making Adrien deflate a little, “go to your piano lesson.”

Adrien sighed, before leaving the study. Once he was gone, Gabriel opened the book and looked at the designs. If he published these, his business profit would skyrocket. But, if he said they were Mlle. Dupain-Cheng’s, the funds would go to her. Gabriel smirked, before he started to make subtle changes to the designs. After all, who’d believe a young girl over a fashion mogul?

Marinette slammed her head against her desk, she’d torn her room apart looking for her sketchbook. She’d had it at school a few weeks ago, and she’d looked everywhere she could think of. At home, in her bag, at school, on her way to school, at Alya’s, she’d even asked Chloé if she knew where it was.

Marinette closed her eyes for a second, before her mother gently shook her shoulder and told her she was late for school. In her rush, she didn’t see the texts her classmates had sent her. Marinette barrelled into the classroom, rearing back under the combined stares of her classmates.

“Hey?” Waved Marinette, looking around.

At first, she thought Lila had made up another lie about her, before she noticed that all of them were pitying her.

“Is everything okay?”

Alya winced, “Um, you know about your sketchbook?”

“You’ve found it?” Grinned Marinette, looking around for it, “Where was it?”

Alya winced and swallowed, “It’s, er, with Adrien’s dad.”

“Why would he have it?” Asked Marinette, confused.

“I, er, I took it,” Confessed Adrien, “I, I was hoping father would give you an internship or make you an apprentice. I-I never thought h-he’d d-do somet-thing like t-this.”

Marinette stared at Adrien, suddenly stuttering and having trouble speaking.

“W-what happened?”

“His new line is out today a-and,” Alya pushed a catalogue towards Marinette, “page 73.”

Marinette frowned, before flicking through the pages until she reached page 73, and froze. There, on the page, were her designs. Each of them subtly modified, but still recognisable as hers. She started checking other pages, finding gloves, hats, scarves, dresses, everything. All of them from her missing sketchbook.

“J-Jagged Stone’s already said the designs were yours.” Stuttered Adrien, “H-he said he saw you designing them. Kitty Section, Clara Nightingale, Neil Richards, Roderick Kingsley, Charlotte Witter, Janet Van Dyne and Enda Mode have condemned f-father, a-and h-he l-lost two of h-his s-s-sponsors. But half of the designs had already been sold out when that happened.”

Marinette continued to stare at the pages. Alya gently took her arm and guided her to her seat. Lila then walked in, sporting a new jacket. One of the ones on page 47 of the catalogue that was now discarded on the classroom floor.

“Mr. Agreste’s new line came,” Smirked Lila, “what do you think?”

“Adrien’s dad stole those designs from Marinette.” Said Nino, as Marinette’s breathing suddenly sped up.

“Did she tell you that?” Questioned Lila, cogs in her mind turning.

“No, if you look at the designs, they’re all in Marinette’s style.” Said Alya, between trying to get Marinette to calm down.

“But that doesn’t prove he stole them.”

“We saw her designing them, Lila,” Snapped Nathaniel, passing a paper bag to Alya, “We saw her designing them, she showed them to us, and we know he has Marinette’s missing sketchbook.”

“He’s made minor changes to them.” Muttered Chloé flicking through the pages.

“So, they’re different designs now, right?” Asked Lila, getting a sigh from Max.

“Lila, it doesn’t work like that,” Stated Max, “they are still the same designs Marinette made and the only things Mr Agreste has done is change the logos on them, that’d be like taking the Mona Lisa and changing her skin-tone or taking your stories and replacing you with someone else.”

“There’s still some with that MDC mess on it.” Said Chloé, making everyone freeze.

“Chloé, what are you talking about?” Asked Adrien, looking at her.

“Dupain-Cheng has a habit of putting her initials on the stuff. Like that scarf Gabriel stole.” Said Chloé, opting to file her nails.

“W-what scarf?” Asked Adrien, dread pooling in his stomach.

“Toby, darling, I need to borrow Jack.” Said Edna, shooing Toby away from his boyfriend, “Go make some tea or those baked goodies you do.”

Toby snorted, before walking towards the kitchen. Edna turned her focus onto Jack, “Gabriel Agreste has finally gone insane.”

“What was the first clue, his wardrobe or the clearly forced look of his models?” Snarked Jack, leaning back in his chair.

“He’s been accused to stealing a small designer’s work and passed it off as his own.” Retorted Edna, leaning forwards, “I honestly thought he was better than that, especially after that Prague incident.”

Jack winced, before removing a phone from his pocket. Toby’s phone looked up at him, “Shit, I forgot I had this.”

Before Jack could call Toby back, the screen lit up and a cartoon wolf’s head appeared on the screen. The phone vibrated and made a howling sound, making Toby barrel into the room, “Don’t answer that, that’s my brother and he doesn’t know about some stuff yet!”

Jack blinked as Toby wrenched the phone from his hand. His hair caught fire and he threw a glare at Toby.

“Michael, hey!” Toby nearly yelled, his voice going a tone higher.

“Christine?” Asked a gruff voice, “Are you ill? Because your voice sounds different.”

“Yes, Michael, I’m fine,” Dismissed Toby, wincing at Jack, “um, not to seem rude, but why are you calling?”

There was silence on the other end.

“Check social media, we’re needed back home.” Michael then hung up the phone, getting a frown from Toby.

“Your family doesn’t know, huh?” Asked Jack, as Enda extinguished his hair.

“I’ve been meaning to tell them,” Defended Toby, opening up twitter on his phone, “I… just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

Enda frowned, before jabbing Toby’s side, “You need to tell them darling, it’s better they know from you instead of finding out from someone else.”

“I get the feeling that was aimed at me.” Muttered Jack, igniting his hand.

Toby froze, before he dropped his phone. He stared into space for a second, before diving for his phone and punched in a number.

“Is everything alright?” Asked Jack, making Toby look at him.

“Some, some candy cane motherfucker’s stolen my sister’s work!” Seethed Toby, accidentally cracking his phone in his hand, “Fuck!”

Edna frowned, before getting out of her seat, “Jack-Jack, darling, call your family, we’re going to Paris.”

Caline pinched the bridge of her nose; she’d arrived at her class and found Marinette hyper-ventilating. Everyone had taken to yelling what happened, all at once, resulting in an indiscernible racket that led her to do something she hadn’t done in years. She lost her temper. It’d been almost funny seeing how pale everyone got, which the exception of Marinette, before everything quietened down.

She then looked to Sabrina for an explanation. While she wasn’t supposed to find fault with anyone, she knew that Sabrina loved to, to put it politely, be curious about other people’s business. She’d already given her numerous detentions because she caught her rummaging through other people’s belongings.

Sabrina had given her a condensed version of events, which then led to Caline asking Alya to take Marinette to the nurse, which then led to an ambulance being called because Marinette then had an asthma attack and, to cap everything off, paparazzi had swarmed the school entrance. Some looking for Adrien, some looking for Marinette, which all led to Damocles going ballistic, with an unfortunate incident requiring a second ambulance. The school was then given an impromptu half-day. Caline sighed, her hand resting on her bump. D’Argencourt had offered to hunt down Josiah, which Caline had declined, if Josiah didn’t want to know his own child, then he wouldn’t.

She looked up when someone knocked on her classroom’s door. Mendeleiev leaned against the doorframe.

“Dupain-Cheng’s parents have been in touch,” Said Mendeleiev, “she’s making a recovery, the hospital’s also issued her a new inhaler. Still no news on Damocles, though.”

Caline closed her eyes and sighed through her nose, “At least we’ve got one piece of good news.”

Mendeleiev hummed, before disappearing from view. Caline suddenly wanted nothing more than to go home and have a nice long bath. Her phone buzzed, getting an annoyed huff from her. Caline pulled it from her pocket and glared at the screen. She didn’t recognise the number, but she decided to answer it on a whim.

“What?”

Jack tried not to scowl as Dash’s children running around the plane. Dash was rapidly messaging someone on his phone, probably an Avenger or JL member. He heard about a race that was taking place in a couple of months between the Flash, Quicksilver and Dash. Violet was quietly speaking with Tony, occasionally throwing a dark look at Jack. Tony nervously glanced at Jack, then at Toby, Jack’s parents and back to Jack.

“Well,” Said Toby, clapping his hands, “since Paris is, sort of, being terrorised by an emotional terrorist, we might as well air any grievances we have with each other.”

“And bring us back in the loop?” Scoffed Violet, getting a wince from Tony.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Demanded Jack, as Bob groaned, and Helen covered her eyes.

“I’m just saying, it’d be a first to hear anything about you from you.”

“Look, if this is some massive problem you have with me being gay-”

“I don’t care that you’re gay, Jack,” Snapped Violet, “I care that we were told by a fucking tabloid.”

The plane fell silent, Toby letting out an awkward cough, while Jack glanced around. No one was meeting his eyes, Dash’s wife had her face buried in a book, while Tony and Violet’s eldest had opted to sink into his seat and listened to music.

“That’s what his is all about?” Asked Jack, getting a flinch and a gasp from some of his extended family, “Look, modelling is something that often requires the media being let to know somethings before anyone else.”

“So, you thought that allowing that magazine to portray us as homophobes was necessary?” Asked Dash, looking over at Jack, “Because it made things so much more difficult when we were out in public.”

“Come on, it’s not like anything happened.” Retorted Jack, before a force field snapped around his legs.

“Mom and Dad’s house was firebombed, and you think nothing happened?!” Snarled Violet, “Dash was practically forced into resigning, and that not even starting on the CPS visits because ‘worried’ neighbours ‘believed’ we were abusing our children.”

Jack swallowed, glancing around. He looked at his father, old burn scars were on his arms, Jack had always assumed there were from hero work. He’d heard that Dash had resigned from his job, but he didn’t think too much into it at the time.

“Then why didn’t anyone answer my calls?” Questioned Jack, looking around.

“I think the answer is obvious.” Said Dash, leaning forwards, “We had to move, change phone numbers. Believe it or not, you have fans that are batshit crazy.”

Jack winced, looking around, “I, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Violet sighed harshly through her nose, glaring at him.

“Did you even try to contact us?” She asked, suddenly looking tired.

“None of you answered.” Jack, getting a groan from Helen.

“Okay, there’s obviously a lot we need to talk about,” Said Helen, getting to her feet, “so we might as well get the heavy stuff out of the way first.”

Michael scrawled something on a sheet of paper, as Marinette sat on the sofa with a weighted blanket covering her. Skye had rocked up to the bakery with a briefcase full of legal notes. Christine had sent a text to the Family group and said she needed to talk with them.

Marinette was slowly nodding off, Michael and Skye were sitting across from each other, while Maman and Papa were down in the bakery. Marinette found it oddly funny, this was the first time her entire family had been in one place in just over five years.

Sabine tiredly came up the stairs, “Nadja’s managed to get most of the paparazzi to back off, she said she’ll interview us herself.”

“How thoughtful.” Snarked Michael, getting a frown from his mother.

“I had an interesting phone call, as well.” Said Sabine, “your grandmother’s been in contact.”

“What, Nonna?” Asked Skye, as Marinette slowly looked around.

“No,” Answered Sabine, “your other grandmother.”

Her children all stared at her, before Marinette spoke.

“Holy shit.”

Gabriel frantically scrambled through the documents on his desk. The Cheng’s and Ricca’s had unexpectedly withdrawn their support and many of his peers were denouncing him as a fraud. He’d already tried to justify his changes to the designs made them completely different, before changing tactics and saying he was giving her exposure.

His previous changes to the designs then came back to bite him, which then had the added effect of all his assets being frozen.

It didn’t help that nearly every one of his employees had resigned, only Nathalie, Adrien’s Bodyguard and Adrien remained. He was jerked from his thoughts when his phone pinged. He glanced at the message. The bank was repossessing the house, on the grounds he was living there illegally. Why did Emilié decide to leave everything to Adrien and not him?

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mexicancat-girl · 2 months

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And now for an angsty entry for @mlbfemslashfebruary with double the toxic yuri.

Summary:

Alix didn't expect to see her ex at the newest exhibition opening at the Louvre.

Rated T, 600 words

#chlolila #chlolix #alix kubdel #chloe bourgeois #lila rossi #miraculous ladybug #femslash #femslash february #f/f #mexicat writes #mlbfemslashfebruary

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mrs-gauche · 2 years

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You know, with the reveal of the official title now, don't you think that this line from the 2020 Behind the Scenes video just got a whole lot more interesting? 👀

"They call me the Dread Wolf, what will they call you when this is over?"

I've sadly seen people interpret this line as him proclaiming his title like some cliché villain going "Look at me. I am the mighty Dread Wolf. Who are YOU to oppose me?".

But what he's basically saying is "I tried to save my people, now look how I'm remembered as the greatest monster in their mythology". As far as we know, Solas was very much the hero of his own story, a mirror to the Inquisitor. So assuming that this line is a response to the new protagonist, now he's asking them "So if that's what happened to me, how will history remember you - the "hero" - when this is over?" (and what does that say for the actions of the new protagonist then? 👀).

The thing is, "Dread Wolf" is not just the game's title now, but a literal title that was "bestowed" on him by his enemies to spread lies and stop the people from joining him. And over the ages, it became a mistranslated one at that. (And btw, whether it's intentional or not, don't you kinda love the irony in that everyone is now making these jokes like "After eight years BioWare has boldly confirmed DA4 is about Solas" or how a lot of people are now concerned that the game will be all about him, when - in the lore - this title was literally false propaganda? 😂).

"I was Solas first. Fen'Harel came later. An insult I took as a badge of pride. The Dread Wolf inspired hope in my friends and fear in my enemies… Not unlike “Inquisitor”, I suppose. You also know the burden of a title that all but replaces your name.”

But that's precisely the point. Solas loathes this title, yet he still chose to use and embrace it and let it fuel his pride and his determination even *after* he, presumably, called himself Pride. The very counterpart of Wisdom in DA and a name that, we can assume, is likely not his first name, if the spirit origin theory turns out to be true.

What does the title "Dreadwolf" truly entail (besides the goddamn anagram thing lol), if the matter of getting Solas to remember his "true name" is actually going to play a big part in the next game?

"We will save our friend from himself... if we can."

If there's any way to stop him other than actually killing him, maybe it won't be Solas himself we have to fight, but figuratively destroy the title that stands for everything that has lead to his tragedy, his pride - his greatest flaw and "the burden of a title that all but replaces your name". And maybe this will be the way to have him remember his true name, his original purpose and in doing so, not only "save our friend from himself", but the world as a whole?

(.........Also, this “April Fools joke” tweet from Alix Wilton Regan (one of the Inquisitor’s VAs) won’t leave my friggin mind and I’m just - )

So what if this wasn’t actually a flippin joke and, with all of this in mind now, what could it meeean??? 😂 I mean, “Dread Wolf” IS just a title.. sooo technically, it can be passed on to anyone or even a whole group of people, right? So.. if Solas does get his true name back, why not just pass the title over then, so that he doesn’t have to bear it anymore. 😂

Whatever it is, it’s getting more and more obvious to me that there’s a deeper meaning and reason behind this title than just “Solas is the Big Bad” and I can’t wait to find out!

#dragon age dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #da4 #solas #tinfoil time #alix wilton regan #and now I go back to listen to ''Remember Who You Are'' from the Lion King soundtrack which made me write this post in the first place #lmaoo #*sob*#if the spirit theory is true.. I'd love the idea of giving Solas his true name back #after thousands of years #it would be so friggin emotional #and it just makes so much sense..#*heavy sigh*

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miraculousfanworks · 1 year

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Fanfiction Prompt

Nino and Alya walk into class to see Marinette and Adrien in a furious game of rock paper scissors. At least 5 ties so far, but judging by everyone's excitement its probably far more than that.

Nino: "What's going on?" Kim: "We have no idea. The two of them just began some sort of competition, and I'm all for it!" Alix: "You can beat him Marinette!" Alya: "Marinette seems so calm around Adrien, did something happen?" Nino: "All I know is my boy is gonna win!"

After twenty more ties, someone suggests they just flip a coin.

Adrien: "Heads you win, tails I win?" Marinette: "Of course you'd pick tails. Flip it"

With a large toss in the air and a suspenseful spin on the table the coin finds its final resting place.

Marinette: "Heads I win!"

All the girls cheer and shout victorious cries as they surround Marinette.

Marinette: "I'm gonna be Marinette Agreste!"

Everyone in the room freezes and looks to Adrien who looks like a kicked puppy.

Adrien: "I wanted to be Adrien Dupain-Cheng." Alya: "WHEN DID YOU TWO START DATING?"

Marinette and Adrien look at each other with deer in headlights looks.

Marinette: "Next Friday?" Adrien: "I think I can fit that into my schedule."

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seas-of-silver · 9 months

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The young rabbit hero quickly motioned to the surprised teenager to get into her portal before desperately shouting out, "Luka—Viperion, I need your help!"

The young rabbit hero quickly motioned to the surprised teenager to get into her portal before desperately shouting out, 'Luka—Viperion, I need your help!'

Luka tsked. 'Civilian and hero identity? Bunnyx, you're slipping.'

Bunnyx growled. Luka put his hands up as he chuckled in mock surrender.

'Be glad you found me when I was home alone, Alix,' he said as he entered the Burrow.

'Who's breaking rules now, snake boy?' Alix grouched, snapping the portal shut and stomping across the Burrow, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him along with a ferocity that made him immediately switch into focus.

Luka knew how playful Alix was; cheeky by nature, a jovial competitor, and while she was a realist, she would be able to find levity in heavier moments. Normally, if he pulled her up on a slip, she'd roll her eyes, cock her hip and sass right back at him with an anecdote of when he himself had stuffed up, just to make it an even playing field. Normally, there'd be a little more banter. This, however, wasn't normal, and it put him on edge. As he observed her, she was pale, sweating, tired, jittery... scared.

'What happened?' he asked.

'No spoilers,' she shot back curtly as she pulled him in front of another portal.

'Hey.' He pulled his wrist out of her grasp. 'If you're going to send me out of my time into something that obviously has you rattled, I'm going to need to know what I'm walking into - which includes what led up to whatever this is.'

Bunnyx sniffled, and that's when he saw it. It wasn't just sweat trailing down her face. Luka wrapped her up in a hug.

'What are you doing, man?' came her muffled voice from against his chest. 'You-'

'I can spare a moment to make sure you're okay,' he told her. She returned the hug, and he felt his shirt dampen with tears. He wasn't sure how long they stood there, but eventually she pulled away.

'Th-the villain, the new holder of the Butterfly,' she began as she wiped her eyes and attempted to refocus herself, 'she's... so much worse that we could have ever imagined. Hawk Moth, Shadowmoth, Monarch - he had at least some boundaries, some morals, some rules about what he did, some lines he wouldn't cross... but her? She's just... there's nothing she wouldn't do, and it's horrifying.'

Bunnyx shivered, her pale facade tinging green.

'Should... should I ask why you couldn't get the Luka of that time?' he asked cautiously. Bunnyx just shrunk in on herself, and his heart sunk at the mortifying, unthinkable reasons she wouldn't, or perhaps couldn't-

'Spoilers,' she whispered with a glimmer of a smile, and he relaxed. So perhaps it wasn't as bad as he wasn't imagining, right?

'We're down a few members of our usual team, and the ones who are fighting are being pushed to their limits,' Bunnyx continued. 'This akuma is complicated, relentless and devastating. When we get on site, I'll inform the team that you're here, and after that, observe, report back to the team, and for goodness sakes - don't let the akuma see you. It'll be game over if you do.'

'What, like Medusa or something?' Luka joked, but at Bunnyx's nod, he grew solemn.

'And that's just one of the akuma's abilities.'

'Shit.'

'Yeah.'

Luka heaved a heavy sigh. 'Anything else I need to know?'

'Don't touch the goo.'

Luka raised an eyebrow.

'Seriously, don't touch the goo,' Bunnyx warned him.

Luka nodded slowly as he called on his transformation. 'Goo is a no-go. Got it.' He looked back at her. 'See you soon, yeah?'

'Yeah,' she agreed softly. 'Be careful.'

He smiled before stepping through the portal. He was halfway through when he felt a hand pull him backwards.

'Wrong portal, dummy!' Bunnyx scolded, shaking her head as she lined him up with the portal to the left of the one he just walked through. 'What would you even do without me?'

'I'd probably be really bored,' he countered as she shoved him unceremoniously through the portal and onto a secluded rooftop.

'I got the young Viperion for you, team' Bunnyx announced into her comms. 'Don't lose him - he can't stay up past his bedtime.'

'Copy that,' he heard the chorus of voices through his earpiece as he put it in.

'See you later, Vipey,' Bunnyx said to him as she slapped his shoulder in farewell.

'Later, Energiser,' he replied, chuckling as she flipped him off before hopping back into the Burrow, the bright portal swirling shut behind her.

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shu-of-the-wind · 10 months

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okay i don’t want to get too many hopes too high because the thing that would hurt the most about this circumstance is if i get people to be hopeful and then disappoint them, BUT i reread all of swallows on the beam yesterday as a lil treat to myself and.....and i think the muse is coming back. actually. i want to write things. i want to write swallows things. and i am hoping beyond hope it is not a flash in the pan because i don’t want to disappoint anyone if it’s just for one chapter or whatever but like. i. i miss lan fan a lot.

AS A REMINDER: I AM GOING TO BE REMOVING SWALLOWS ON THE BEAM FROM FANFICTION.NET DUE TO THE THREAT OF AI SCOOPS. YOU WILL ONLY BE ABLE TO READ SWALLOWS ON THE BEAM ON AO3, AND ONLY IF YOU HAVE A REGISTERED ACCOUNT. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO REGISTER FOR A FREE ACCOUNT ON AO3, PLEASE USE THIS LINK. IT WILL TAKE APPROX A WEEK FOR YOU TO GET AN ACCOUNT. AGAIN, IT IS FREE.

#shut up alix no one cares #swallows on the beam #my writing #lingfan #to be clear i would be updating on ao3 only #and all my stories are locked so only people with accounts can access #BUT

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motherofplatypus · 8 months

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Future Alix, describing how Ladybug picked her as a holder in Chat Blanc:

Yeah....

#alix i love you but at best you're a courier than bcs you're trustworthy #i dont blame you at all since you're just another one of the countless victims of the writers incompetence #another victim of S5 horrible and incompetent writing #miraculous salt #mlb salt #miraculous ladybug salt #miraculous evolution #ml writing criticism #ml writing salt #ml writers salt #thomas astruc salt

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camgoloud · 9 months

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a bit of a mind flip

"That’s not possible,” says Tridentarius, her long hair a colorless oil spill across her shoulders as she gives her head a shake. There really is genuine distress on her face, he thinks. Imagine that. “This cannot be happening. This is simply impossible—” “You know, people are always using that word,” he says, cheerfully. “I don’t think it means what most of them seem to think it means, though. Listen to me for just a moment, won’t you? I promise it’s important. Princess, I’ve come to bargain.”

(Palamedes fights Ianthe for control of the body of Naberius Tern. For everyone else present at the scene, it’s over in an instant. The two of them aren’t quite so lucky.)

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Rating: T | Word count: 15.7k

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Presenting my contribution to this year's @tlt-big-resurrection fic event! It's a not-technically-a-time-loop fic in which everything is nonetheless about time loops—except time loops, which are about endings and new beginnings. And love. And death. And the love that is perfected by death. Ideal for fans of Palamedes Sextus and Camilla Hect, and for fans and/or haters of Ianthe Tridentarius! Featuring artwork by @rhywhitefang, which can also be viewed here. I very much hope you enjoy!

#i can't BELIEVE that this is going up on today of all days! the day that -- SPOILER ALERT -- we received confirmation from alix e harrow #that the ntn paperback short story is about palamedes. now if we cross reference this with the poll posted last week by tor's tumblr accoun #in which 'palamedes and ianthe' was one of 4 potential options for the character duo featured in the story called 'the unexpected guest'—#all this to say! tamsyn muir may be about to do this mind-battle better but dammit if i didn't do it first! and how delighted i am #to be celebrating the announcement by posting :)#my writing #the locked tomb #palamedes sextus #ianthe tridentarius #camilla hect #tlt bre

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pigeonwhumps · 3 months

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The Talk

Bug and Company masterlist

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @flowersarefreetherapy @whumplr-reader @whumpinggrounds @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

Alix and Sarita talk.

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CWs: BBU, pet whump, derogatory language about sex workers, discrimination against Romantics, past betrayal, fear of abandonment, use of Christianity for discrimination, victim-blaming, brief mention of death, mentions of rape/non-con

"You can sit down while we talk, if you like," offers Alix.

"No."

"Okay. The first thing you should know is that you're free to choose your own name here, if Sarita is the name your owner gave you. Or even if it's not. It's a perfectly good name, though, if you don't want to."

Sarita stiffens. Her back hurts from the tension. How dare she.

"How fucking– I am not changing my name, fuck off. It's my name, I chose it, and I've already had one safehouse try and change it because I'd be forgiven quicker if I had a nice Christian name and not one a dumb slut would have. Fuck off. This name means something to me and I am not changing it. Don't make me."

The last part almost comes out as a plea and she hates that. Hates that she feels like she has to beg to use a name she chose for herself in memory of her dead friend. Because she's not begging ever again.

"I wouldn't make you." She looks at Sarita closely, too closely. "We're not all like Christians Against Pets."

"The fuck d'you know that's where I was?" Are they in contact? Is this a trap? What the fuck is going on?

"They were clearly Christian, and that group is very discriminatory towards Romantics. Also, they have a safehouse branch nearby. That's where O's from. It makes sense."

"Okay. Fine. I'll believe you for now."

Alix's mouth quirks. "Thank you."

"What are the conditions for living here then? Do I gotta– stay away from the other pets or pray or whatever?" Because she's not doing that again. Fuck that.

"No. I certainly don't think you're a bad person or anything else that other people have called you."

Sarita folds her arms. "That I'm a dumb pampered whore who joined up so I could get fucked all the time?"

"Please don't use that kind of language, Sarita."

She quirks an eyebrow. "Would you prefer me to say that I'm a lucky pet because I get to have sex all the time and not be hurt? Because I've heard that too. People only ever care about the sex."

"No," says Alix mildly, "I'd prefer you not to talk about yourself like that at all. Being raped multiple times doesn't make it okay, and it doesn't make you any of those things. Just like it doesn't define my other rescues. Maria wasn't lucky because she was 'only' a Romantic. And it's not just you you're affecting with that language."

Sarita stays quiet. She... hadn't thought of that. What did Maria think she meant? She's shit at meeting other pets, she always hurts them.

At least that means they won't try and get close and the inevitable betrayal won't hurt so much.

She doesn't fucking care though.

"Do you understand, Sarita?" She nods. "Good. Now that part's over with, can we talk about why you were so desperate to run that you stabbed me on the way?"

Sarita shrugs. "My last safehouse betrayed me. I won't let it happen again."

That's her warning. If anyone tries anything she's going, and she doesn't care how many people she has to hurt to do it.

"Well, I certainly won't do that. Which doesn't help, I know. But I do have something for you."

Alix reaches behind her and Sarita prepares to run, but she just holds out a folded pocket knife.

"Here. If it'll make you feel safer."

Sarita takes the weapon cautiously, expecting it to be taken back any second. It's got to be a taunt, a trick, a way of getting her taken on a deadly weapons charge maybe. But Alix just lets her take it.

It's dark blue and feels solid in her hand. She feels a little safer, now. Although that isn't hard.

She swallows. She's not sure what she's feeling, but she knows what the response must be. "Thank you." She hesitates. "Do I gotta pay you back for it? I can... I can fuck well. If you want."

She wouldn't offer. She hates it. But she really does want to keep this knife. And she can always run afterwards, it'll be easier then anyway when Alix is all worn out and sated. Maybe it's the price she has to pay. Better to find out now than be raped later.

"After all that I said, do you think I would?"

Sarita shrugs. "People are hypocrites."

"Maybe I am sometimes. But not when it comes to this. I'm not going to make you pay, in money or blood or sex or anything. This is a gift."

Sarita turns the knife over in her hands, folding out the attachments. This is a Swiss army knife, not just any pocket knife. That knife attachment is definitely longer than normal. And sharp. She's never gotten a gift that's just a gift before. She's not convinced it's not a trap. She'll have to be wary.

She looks up at Alix cautiously, studying her seemingly-open face.

"Oscar and I figured that if you run, you'll need more to survive than just a knife."

Sarita flicks the knife attachment out and holds it in front of her, just in case it's still a trick.

"What are the rules here then? If you want to convince me to stay I need to know what the fuck I need to do if I was to."

She runs the words back through her head. Okay, maybe not the *best* sentence she's ever constructed.

"Well the most important ones are not to use derogatory language, and to respect boundaries and personal space. You don't go into other people's bedrooms unless they specifically allow you to, you stay out of the bathroom if there's others in there, ask before you touch people, that kind of thing. There's a rota for chores, let me know if there's anything on it you can't do for any reason, physically or emotionally. I'll add you in a month if you decide to stay. And to be clear, since you seem to be exceptionally worried about this, you do not have to stay away from people, or common spaces. You can use the common areas whenever you like, including the middle of the night if you want to. Getting yourself a midnight snack is perfectly fine. There's a few times you'll need to stay away from certain rooms, like if it's group therapy time and you don't want to join (Sarita makes a face. Why the fuck would she want that?). I think that's about it."

Alix's speech seems a bit perfect, like it's rehearsed. But anyway.

"What happens if I break the rules? You gonna send me back to WRU or stop food privileges or something?"

"Food isn't a privilege, and I'd never send anyone back or kick them out. We'd have to talk, figure out the reason for it. If you were clashing severely with another resident we'd have to work on a solution. If you decide to stay, I do expect you to work on following the rules, especially the first one. But I don't expect anyone to be perfect."

Sarita nods. "Why the fuck are you so good at speeches anyway? Have you been practicing?"

"Yes. I spent a long messing up before we all brainstormed this together. So, do you want to try staying here? You don't have to stick around if you don't like it."

"Fine. I'll try." She doesn't trust Alix, but there is a miniscule chance she's telling the truth. Maria and Adalia looked fed. And she was raped and assaulted enough on the streets, at least she can have it happen someplace warm.

Alix looks... relieved? What? "Thank you. I'll get you set up with a bedroom near the exit and find you some clothes."

"I should apologise to Maria," says Sarita guiltily, not acknowledging Alix because she doesn't know what to do with that offer. "You gonna stop me going in?"

"No, go right ahead." She steps aside and Sarita walks into the house. She can hear murmuring and that's probably where Maria is, right? She heads towards the sounds.

She peers around the doorway to see a group of people talking, Maria and Adalia included. Well. Okay then. She'd hoped to get Maria on her own but might as well get the nobody wanting her part over in one go.

She steps in front of the doorway and the talking stops abruptly. Yeah, they were definitely talking about her. She pulls herself up taller against the stares, which despite there only being three of them seem to contain every emotion.

"What do you want?" asks Adalia, glaring.

"I came to apologise to Maria," Sarita replies in the same tone. "Then I'll fuck off. Maria, I'm sorry. For threatening you and insulting you or whatever. And I actually mean it, Alix didn't tell me to say it."

"Thank you. I'm not... I understand, that it's hard to trust. It's okay."

Sarita nods curtly and leaves the room. If they want her to fuck off, she'll fuck off. She won't get to stay long if Adalia feels like that about her anyway, because Alix actually likes Adalia.

She doesn't know where her bedroom is. She doesn't know where anything is. But she can sure as fuck find out easily enough, she's not stupid. Alix will be in her room, and if not, she can find her and ask. If she's as welcoming as she pretends to be she'll show Sarita.

It's fine.

#whump #whump writing #bbu #box boy universe #box babe #lady whump #pet whump #sarita oc #alix oc #whumpee and caretaker #bug and company

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